David, Jonathan, and Sylvester

Amidst the unforgiving backdrop of Houston's Jim Crow era and the tumultuous waves of civil rights advancements, David "Big Nose" Calloway achieves the impossible: membership at the once-segregated Walnut Grove Country Club. But within this exclusive world, fate brings him face to face with Jonathan Knapp, a fellow businessman whose heart brims with the desire for genuine friendship.

Yet, as Jonathan extends his hand in camaraderie, David remains guarded, aloof, and enigmatic. The gulf between them widens with each rejected overture. But when Jonathan's simmering anger at David's reluctance to embrace friendship threatens to consume him, he embarks on a quest for revenge, a journey that will unearth a long-buried secret known only to both men—a secret that centers around Sable, David's enigmatic "woman."

In this spellbinding narrative of perseverance and defiance against the backdrop of racial inequality, the lives of Calloway and Jonathan Knapp intersect in ways neither could have foreseen. Within the shadows of their shared silence, an intriguing story unfolds, one of the unlikely alliances and the potent ties that can transcend the shackles of the past. As the secrets surrounding Sable come to light, both men are faced with a reckoning that could forever alter the course of their lives.

Excerpt:

The leg was good luck to David. It kept him out of the army during WWII. Army Doctor smiled at the big black shirtless boy thick as a chifferobe. Then he smiled at David's bulging crotch. "That n****r is packing a sack of walnuts there!" 
David stood with his pants around his ankles. The doctor nodded at his left leg big as a phone post. However, the doctor's smile vanished, when he looked below David's right knee at what looked like a gnarled piece of hickory. Still, the Old southerner steeped in a belief that Negroes were workhorses, made David walk and jump. He squeezed the good leg with his hand, massaged the good strong calf and then the weak one. He measured the leg from crotch to ankle, wrote down the numbers on a chart, and studied the chart marked with other men's numbers. He sized up David's withered leg next to a scrawny white boy's good leg and told himself he didn't see much of a difference.

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